Edging Obsession

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F or the remainder of the night, Jules is quiet, giving one-word answers to my questions. Her parents, Elisabeth, and Anja left several hours ago. I know my Jules, and she’s swirling around ‘what ifs’, ‘will she lose her parents’, and ‘what does the future hold’ in her head. This isn’t good for anyone, let alone someone who suffers from bipolar. Jules takes it all to heart, expecting to solve everything, yet not having an answer for any of it. The turmoil spinning in her head will only drive her into a depressive state.

We’re naked in bed, watching television, with Jules glued to my side. She’s been doing great on her meds. They’ve leveled out her ups and downs, and for a while, the therapist has helped some. Jules wanted to stop talking to the therapist when she felt better, so I let her against the therapist’s advice. We’ll revisit it soon. I’m going to fuck all the thoughts out of my Schatzi’s head.

My arm slinks behind her back, pulling her half on top of me and between my legs. “Suck my cock, Schatzi.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t feel like it.”

I drag her upwards by her arms until we’re face to face. “Because you feel like drowning in your sorrows? Questioning the present and future and coming up with no answers?” A tear drifts down her cheek. Instead of showing sympathy, I growl out, “Not on my watch, so, wrap those pretty lips around my cock.” She doesn’t move. “If I have to tell you again, you’re going to be punished.”

Jules pushes up on my chest to put distance between us. “I told you, I don’t want to.”

In one smooth motion, I sit on the side of the bed, sliding her over my lap until her pert ass cheeks settle over my thighs.

She glances at me, kicking and grabbing at the comforter to get away. “What are you doing? Stop.”

She hasn’t used her safe word yet, so I’m going to proceed. My leg lays over hers to keep them down, and my hand presses between her shoulder blades. Jules is yelling and swearing at me.

“Watch your mouth, Schatzi or I’ll double the punishment.”

“You’re an asshole, Miles.”

My hand comes down hard on her right cheek, and she yelps in pain. A pinkness spreads over the spot.

“That hurt!”

Smack !

The left cheek is now the same color as the right. Alternating between the two, I smack each one nine more times as she sobs into the comforter. My hand smooths over the heat of her ass cheeks, which now have my hand mark on them. This has me smiling. I lightly glide my finger over the crack of her ass, down to the seam of her pussy, and back up. My Schatzi is wet. I follow the path a couple more times, then push my finger inside her pussy. She moans into the covers, lifting her butt in the air.

Fuck, her ass is perfect. Two muscular round globes large enough for my hand. Continuously touching her skin, I circle her ass, a finger nudging slightly between her cheeks while I slither down to her pussy lips, and dive in. This continuous motion has her grinding her clit into my lap. To keep her on edge, I open her legs and finger fuck her. Her juices cover my hand, and the smell saturates the room. I switch fingers to coat the other one. Jules went from angry to horny within a matter of minutes. She’s relaxed her upper body, fisting the covers, moaning for me not to stop. I pump two fingers inside her, and with the other wet finger, press it into her asshole.

She releases a heavy groan. “Miles…”

Like a good little girl, Jules reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks for me. The wetness smears against my leg, lubricating my fingers, and the smell has me closing my eyes for a moment. My finger disappears to the second knuckle in her sweet, puckered hole, the ring hugging my digit. I’m fucking her pussy and asshole so fast it doesn’t take long for her to come. She’s a sweaty mess that has me so fucking hard.

My turn.

I flip her onto her back on the bed, place my knees on the sides of her shoulders, and tuck a pillow under her head. My good girl takes my cock in her mouth, massaging my balls. Those full lips cover the heat and angry red of my cock, soaking it with her saliva. I’m about to explode, so I slow her down. That beautiful tongue of hers, trails along the underside of my pulsing vein. With her juicy lips around it, I doubt I’ll be able to hold out much longer. Her hands caress my inner thighs, massage my balls, while her tongue circles and then takes the crown into her mouth. My head falls back, growling out my pleasure. The tightening of my abs is an indicator I’m about to blow, so I pull my hips back to put some distance between my cock and her luscious lips.

Scooting back, I grab hold of her ankles and bend her in half until her knees are pressed against her ears, her glistening pussy and asshole on display. My good little Schatzi wraps her hands around her thighs to keep them in place. I can’t wait any longer. In one fluid thrust, I’m seated balls deep, and this causes us to sigh into the pleasure. Without waiting, I retreat until only the head connects us, and slam back in. My pelvis snaps back and forth, rekindling the buildup of my release. Skin slaps against skin. Jules groans and whimpers when my thumb draws circles on her clit. She hits her height, screams reduced to scratchiness, and I follow soon after with a rumble of curses. My cock pulses as I empty out inside her.

Her legs fall to the side and I fall forward, catching myself with my arms. I plant an open-mouthed kiss on her forehead, hoping she’s stopped thinking and fall asleep. Jules won’t be able to resolve all of life’s problems tonight.

I wake with Jules laying on top of me. Her adorable morning smile gives me insight into her mood, which is good. The troubles from yesterday are put to rest for now. We fuck again, shower, and dress for a walk down the street.

Since arriving, Jules hasn’t been to one of our Deutsche B?ckerei . Hendrick doesn’t like the idea of me walking there, but I tell him it’s early. Most criminals are sleeping. Besides, the bakery is a little over one kilometer away. Still, he trails behind. Even though the cold is biting today, the fresh air is awakening us. I have Jules gathered into my side and I flick the ball on top of her hat. She giggles at me—a melodic sound I love. Wearing my big coat, winter hat and sunglasses on, I’m hoping no one recognizes me. There’s a small line weaving outside the bakery. These little gems are staples in Germany, so they’re normally crowded. So far, no one has recognized me.

Inside the bakery, Jules rubs her hands together, eyes widening at the assortment of Brote , breads, cakes, and pastries. Damn, I miss German baked goods. Nothing compares to the smell and taste...except my girl. Jules is giddy, inspecting all the items in the glass compartments and pointing at practically everything. We settle on cheese croissants and a cappuccino cake.

The wind has picked up, so I carry the bakery items in one hand, wrapping my arm around Jules. Aside from the line at the bakery, there aren’t too many people out and about. I remember all too well how German winters held us hostage for days, except it didn’t stop us from venturing out to the Weihnachtsmarkt , which have started by now. I glance down at Jules, snuggled into my side, jabbering on about the bakery and how she could have eaten everything there. Her animated speech has me smiling. This is the woman I love. Not that I love her less in her lows and/or highs, but when she’s stable, I’m content her inner conflict is dormant for a while.

In the distance, I hear a muted pop swirling through the wind, and my knowledge and instincts know it’s a gunshot. I toss the bakery goods, hurl Jules around, smashing her into my chest, putting my back to where I think the shot came from. Hendrick is shouting as he runs toward us. Not far from us is a building, so I carry Jules to the little walkway and press her against the wall. She obviously didn’t hear anything, because she’s confused by my actions.

“What are you doing, Miles?”

“Listen very carefully to me, Jules. When I say go, you run toward Hendrick.”

There’s a screeching of tires and more shots. Hendrick’s yelling for me to stay put.

“Forget running to Hendrick.” I turn her away from the street and point down the walkway. “Run down this walkway and don’t stop. Don’t look back. It will take you to a park. Keep running, and I’ll catch up to you.”

She grabs my coat. “What are you going to do?”

“Run, Jules. Now!”

I push her toward the walkway. She stumbles, glances behind her, and I urge her to go, so she picks up speed and takes off. Crouching down, I retrieve my gun and knife, heading out to find Hendrick. My head whips around, looking for him. A metallic and sulfur stench is in the air.

From my peripheral, I see a car turn the corner, and Hendrick shouts, “They’re headed the other way.”

Fuck! Jules!

My arms and legs start pumping fast down the walkway. I’m shouting for Jules to come back, but she can’t hear me. I’m zipping by garbage. The car pulls up to the curb and two guys jump out.

“Jules! Run!”

I point the gun in their direction, shooting a couple of shots while still running, except it doesn’t deter one of them. Jules screams when the guy catches her. Aiming my gun at the other one, I shoot him in the head, and he goes down. The guy is dragging my Schatzi. I don’t have a good shot because he keeps Jules at his side. Hendrick is next to me, and we’re running at high speed, blood gushing through my ears. My veins. Jules’ eyes lock on mine, begging for help. The guy falls backwards into the backseat with Jules protecting his front, and the car squeals away from the curb.

“No! No! Jules!”

Hendrick and I shoot at the wheels, but the car is too far ahead.

Fuck !

All that remains are Jules’ haunting eyes.